Artemis PoV

I awoke on my future husband's chest, the covers pulled up over my head.

I kissed his jaw, slowly sitting up. Percy yawned loudly and stretched, kissing my forehead. "Good morning, Arty. How do you feel?"

"Tired," I yawned. "And hungry. And in need of hugs."

Percy wrapped me in his embrace, planting soft kisses all over my face.

"What would you like for breakfast?" He asked.

I smiled. "Blue pancakes."

Percy was so childish and simple to please sometimes.

We dug into the blue food that my fiancé had summoned, demolishing it.

After breakfast, I curled up in the green-eyed immortal's lap and we watched Finding Nemo, then of course Finding Dory.

As the credits rolled, he kissed my cheek.

"Arty," Percy mumbled. "Why don't we go get married now?"

I laughed. "You're crazy."

"You said yes earlier," he reminded me.

I pecked his lips. "You get your parents, and I'll get my brother."

Twenty minutes later, I was standing with Percy, and we were reciting our vows.

Hera oversaw it, and there were three attendees.

Everyone was wearing casual clothes, and there were no decorations.

It was about as informal as weddings get. It was perfect.

We kissed, they cheered, and we all went to get burgers.

Later that night, as I lay in bed next to my husband, he pecked my lips.

"Artemis," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Percy," I murmured.

He kissed me softly on the lips, and my arms wrapped around his neck.

I pulled away for breath, my forehead rested on his. "So...do we do it now?"

"We have forever, love," Percy replied. "We should take it slow."

I nuzzled into his chest, falling asleep.